God lifts loftily to a lithely winter dance,Dousing dreams of the beaten path,Putting ripe souls in His august tranceFrom whence the sacred shrineIs ever of light in the aftermathOf leaving form behind the line.

As each form fades felicitously awayInto the death embrace of loveThe false hub of false perceptionFlees, exposed in its deception.That is love reaching high aboveTo dawn a new and wondrous kind of day.

Though the earth has its beauties brightWhich no one can deny,All the things of form, no matter how they mightFor a moment reign, will die.

Thus propinquity to God is silent and still,Preceding the beaten path of the outward-mixing mind,Where no words, no reflection, only pure thrillOf life with no name and no conditions can ever beGiving off Amrita’s formless essence to unbind.Presently present, God is endlessly present to all who would see.

This can never be truth,No matter how many timesI say that I’ve lied.¹No matter.Praise be to God!

Love is the law, love under will.

Footnote--------------1. See the ADDENDUM to #20.

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"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

I found myself within the center of a massive Grecian tournament of sport to the honor of Apollo in the years before the Romans. I appeared amidst the running of some athletic event, wherein 9 groups of two deer were frolicking down a lush path towards the south. These groups of deer were being followed by a company of 6 men. Or of 5 men. Each group of men was carrying a large, roughly 10-foot-long plus 8 inch in diameter wooden pole; to the left (east) was a tall fence. Somehow I knew that the object of this game was to balance the large pole between the pairs of deer so that the deer could then keep running while holding the pole by themselves. This they had to do for 3 minutes to win. [That’s impossible?] By the way, that fence at its end eventually reached 12 feet high. And its length went well beyond its length and countlessly long. But that was irrelevant.

Anyways, one pair of deer swiftly outran their men, but I decided to keep up. They made their way to a strange, tiny tree with bright coral leaves. The gentle animals began to eat of the leaves of that tree. I became possessed of a pervading knowledge that this tree was venerated by all of the people at this tournament. There were only a few people that could be seen directly by sight but there was the impression that a vast crowd was present, just outside of the periphery of awareness. Upon realizing that the deer were eating the leaves of that tree the announcer of the games called the tournament quits. The deer abruptly stopped grazing on the tree and began back the path that they had come, as if by command. The little tree, whose name was forgotten, still retained some of its pinkish foliage.

Somewhere along the path of their return the deer at once lied down in the muddy green grass, flanking either side of the luscious path. There they began writhing around on the ground in a state of apparent ecstasy. Was it the leaves of the tree? At this the vision went below. Suddenly I followed suit in form, doing so in the middle of the two deer, a short distance behind them on the path. Of these three points (deer and deer and I) was designed a small, flat triangle, whose apex was pointed to the south and directly at the tree. To there was my spirit sent.

My face was found next to the soil and the grass of the earth. Soft, verdant tendrils caressed my body, and as they did so they fondled my soul. There was then precipitated an innate understanding of Nature's feelings. A tremendous love and appreciation for Earth overcame me. This was not some mere attachment to material conditions. It was an intense and spontaneous bhakti for the Mother Goddess. Then my mind was brought into the future of the time when these Grecian events were taking place, verily, I was brought to the time of Today. I could feel the quality of the Goddess as She was showing me how Her bounty is not only unappreciated by the peoples of the earth but repaid by unfathomably cruel, carelessly greedy exploitation towards Her and Her creatures. I was ensconced in Her suffering and despair. A great torrent of great remorse swept over me. I became aware that the Earth was a living divinity. Yes, even I, the skeptic, became aware of Her divinity. She supports and nurtures all of humanity, a majority of whom take Her for granted. Now listen to me. She made it abundantly clear that there was no blame to direct for any of this. None. At all. That was neither Her intention nor Her way. We will do what we feel we must do and She is here for us. She loves every one of us. Let you never doubt it. This was the message that She said: "I love you all."

Then I came out of that state of bhaktic absorption and was upon the soil and the grass once more. I was left with a strong sentiment of bittersweet compassion for the Mother Earth, which coursed through my being as few things can do. And this was in the years before the Romans.

The scene then faded and the vision was at an end. Be aware, however, that at no point could this vision influence my Will. Such is the Law.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

I ceased and became as the hinge of all motion in one structure and vague;Amidst the commotion in a state of absolute contentment.The gradients of filter held their sway, they dropped away:I am nothing else than I.I am nothing else.I am nothing.I am.I. ¹

Then you get me going.Then you get me reeeally going.When you get it this far then please don't stop,Pop a sigil in the mind's earThen top it off, get it clear.

...in eternity Now is the center of all time......in ecstasy You show the center of all being......in alacritous release we Are the center of all love......in infinity Here is the center of all existence...

Gathering as night in the light of the starsWhere we shine all so bright and holy, still, mightyTo propel, we are the will towards perfect happiness. Let it burn in every woman. Let it burn in every man.Let it burn the whole way through the knowledge trap of lying reason.This creates the perfect season,Let it through, let it through!

It’s not about discovering what you are, it’s about discovering what you are not. You are not limited.

Love is the law, love under will.

Footnote----------------1. “I am nothing else” - means that I am not apart from everything else, when this is perceived only as an intellectual concept. // “I am nothing” - as intuition derived from practice arriving at the penultimate stage of Result. // “I” - which is really "....".

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"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

A certain princess once sought to cultivate a worthy tree for herself.In very fullness she grew her tree as full as can be.But often while she did so she stopped at her work to eat the fruit thereof,Supposing that this was the point of her labors.Yet these sat in her stomach and made her ill and inane.This continued until one day, ceasing the fruit, she became exquisitely detached from it.Then on her head the sun began to really shine.There was a voice which said: "Why should I give up?"And out of the tree fell the skeleton of that which was most familiar to her.So she climbed to the top of the tree and there she smiled without hunger forever.It's not the taste of the fruits that matter but their expressing of the perpetual life of the worthy tree,Which by the whole of its symmetry can infinitely expand point-of-view.This is the comprehension that makes our young princess the queen. Amen.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

“A bad dog is any dog which misbehaves.A belief is any knowledge which reverberates 'I am I!' to one's thoughts through sychronization with one's prejudice.”- Not a quote from Lao Tze

Belief. Belief is the intellect's drawing a line in the sand. Such a line represents a border. A border represents a barrier. A barrier prohibits free motion or flow. The word of Sin is Restriction. What do you believe you are?

Love is it that heals the hole. Rending every way, love makes all whole. And this is thy will?

There is a fortress made of hollow earth like formless sand, built since birth.Love has come to fold its west to its east, to fold its south to its north.Love has come to fold its top to its bottom, its inside 'til it’s out.Love has come to break it.See how it crumbles to pieces. It crumbles to dust.

In its stead stands a structure stronger than ever when ruled from without than within its walls,For all of its walls are opened unto harmony. The ye that were ye is just an old habit.Rejoice! Rejoice! And this is thy Will?

We sing a drunken song of seven And ten minus seven and ten minus seven.In sum our song's path walks Sol to Heaven.Then we all shut up.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

Swaying by this fleeting wind,You are the breath that keeps it movingEver beyond its fleeting whim;Dying and revolving.

Love of earth is strong and tight,But let go of form and love becomes forever.I turn away to see it allIn willed surrender toOpen.Being is open.Silence is openPerfection is open.

What I came into was proper perspective.I was like a tiny bubble of separation; infinity on the one side and on the other side and on all sides.I could feel your longing coming to bear all around me, pressing on me;The pressure of the ocean depths is surely as nothing to compare.I released myself some and you started sucking me into your bless'd body.But this bubble clung to its bubble form, it was afraid to give in.It was afraid to pop the bubble.But I wanted only to be in you, I wanted to give in to you only, so I released more as I perfected myself in your silent rhythm.There then was a silence so loud that it destroyed the silence.You kept sucking me in and sucking me in until you swallowed my all into your love, there was nothing left.The peak of experience is open.Amen.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

(This isn't a psalm proper, more like an interlude or an appendix. -JME)

I admired the Buddha and sought the Buddha, therefore I learned his words and learned his teachings and entered his temples and prayed there within them and left there with full hands so happy.Then I talked about it. Then I talked about it. Then I talked about and even I talked about it.And yet my hands were full...So I emptied my hands, entered the Temple of Within Myself, and sat there in utter silent contemplation of the pure awareness.I sat there in silent contemplation forever until I perceived the transient illusion that is the I,Dropped everything for good and rejoiced and became the Buddha.The wind that blows is the same as the I who knows.And what then? Shall you mock me? Despise me? Belittle me? Call me names?Then the man ceased and the Adept took on the vestment of the man.And then there was spoken: Or would you think that you do harm by the attacking of yon little man? Ha!Now, would you mock Me? I who am without?Would you like to kill Me?Would you rend My chest asunder and feed upon Mine still-beating heart? Trinkets and toys.And having thus partaken in this sacrament of the worthless flesh of God, that shell, would you then be Wise and not be and become As Unto A God yourself?Or would you gloat over a victory that never happened, amongst the senses, yea, amongst the herds of the world of your senses?The treasure of that house is empty.It is consumed by the treasure that is beyond treasure.All that is real and all that is known and all that you are is but the Mirage of Continuity.In Silence is it starved. In Union it is shattered.What I call mind you call consciousness.Consciousness is awareness that is not aware of anything nor aware of being something; it is just aware."I am aware." "I see this." "I hear that." "I am so-and-so.": These are thoughts, illumined by consciousness but coming after it.A lamp shines. What it shines on does not change anything of its shining.Stop grasping onto what it lights up and simply be the lamp.Behold! the goal is reached and it is but the First Step on the Endless Path.There is a plague.Beneath the inhabitants of a small dark orb is set a kindling to enflame their souls.The spark of the unity and truth of God can ignite it.But misunderstanding blinds right vision with its seductive haze of wantonness and waste matter; the haze obscures the holiness of wantonness and waste matter.Shouldn't I, even I too, seek out my rule in the Kingdom of Many?Before every center lies a box covered in dirt, yea, covered by the dust of reason.Woe it is to bring Out the purity within, dragging it out with dust-covered paws.And not in sooth.For there never was a box; it was naught but that dust in thine eye.The ordinary confines be broken!The hermetic seal of all partitions of experience have come undone.Yoga means union.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

The true beginning to any path worth taking is its End. You are as a bucket of the water that is holy. Your aspiration to the highest is the road to the pouring out the vessel of your individuality, the water that is in there, the personal life, into the endless water that has no name. Indeed, having purified the substance it is prepared for nothing but to be consumed. That water of your soul shall avail in the sea without horizons. Formless, you shall be formless and freed beyond the scope of constricted viewing. There is no "I" in vessel so let it sit and catch the rain.

Purifying the mind has naught to do with morality, it has everything to do with the dissolving of complexity to make the mind a simple and unified tool for expression. No more, no less. It is therefore a lofty application of "love under will." The water is poured into the water.

The mind is a necklace of impressions strung together by the false association to an "I," which is nothing but a limiting, illusory, perpetually self-insisting and self-important, ever-dependent perspective. This is the "essence" of the Abyss. This is the unreal appearance of an Ego experiencing and subsisting on an existence fabricated by way of the conditioning caused by its attachment to the mind's thoughts (perceptions, memories, beliefs, etc.), the which are in turn ordered by their ruling predispositions. This is the dream from which the Adept has at times awoken, yet still so often falls back into. The man of Earth aspires; the Lover comes face-to-face in embrace; the Hermit is.

A small bit of water comes out of the water that the water may know the water. Then in ecstasy is the water poured back into the water. "The pain of division is as nothing and the joy of dissolution all." This is the end of your aspiration, hence we have come full circle to the Beginning. Yea, to the Beginning.

Thus is concluded Solve. Coagula follows. Actually, my mind just exploded like cotton candy all over the place.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

We skry as we leap upon these pillars of ancient stone,Towards their pinnacles, to their peak, we push past through the knownBy being wed as twin-sword lovers, seven lights encircle the sky,We cry, we rive the seven worlds, then in clarity we die,And there we dine and we dance amidst the thrill of thrilling lifeIn supernal beauty beyond the culling and the cutting of the knifeOf shape and name. We do the same,For which we are and not, no form there can we claim.

Mute second forsaken, the first becomesA familiar flow to be in, like childrenAttain we our dauntless will to attuneTo the way o'er the pastures of lien.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

We say that we have found or can find satisfaction in the objects of the senses and in the sentiments of thought. This is not completely accurate though considering we will still maintain an eagerness to have those things present the next moment and the next and so on. Our desires can not then be durably satisfied through foreign means because success to that end would be wholly contingent upon the impossible stasis of those conditions which bring about that state. Since said gratification is constantly permeated by unceasingly arising desires aimed at its conditional circumstances, it sooner or later flounders and fails to the continuity of change. Therefore what is commonly seen as satisfactory is a temporary wish phantasm.

Always want more, never enough: here today, gone tomorrow. Never enough, always want more: here today, gone tomorrow. I have it now and I want it then, and when I have it then I will want it later. It never stops.

Essentially we need to recognize that the things we value and yearn for are not really the issue. What makes us slaves to our desire is the wrong comprehension as to its source. We identify its cause and solution with external phenomena. Yet it is only because they very briefly satisfy the agitated mind that we feel happiness when procuring desired items or circumstances . This atmosphere of contentment has nothing to do with the external things themselves, as soon afterwards their possession will no longer be able to provide sufficient calm to the mind and it unavoidably becomes anxious again with the revival of turbulent longing. Then due to ignorance it shall appear to us that the sole method to relieve this renewed urge of desire is to chase a freshly christened craving. Rinse and repeat.

Desire is merely perturbance of the mind.

"All's rest, devoid of mark;How should desires fix tooth?When they are past, thou surely hastThe silence of the truth."

Outside of us is the world of physics which provides contextual content for the senses. The world that we actually experience is the world of the mind. But it is the world of identification (née attachment), or propensity, that informs that mental realm. These are veils. We shine from behind the fantasy of being a person in a world of mind portrayed by matter. Lasting peace is our nature; desires ostensibly satisfied are just its ephemeral echoes. We are the peace transcending motion and stillness. We are peace surpassing all peace.

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

Progress in the Great Work is at first directly proportionate to the degree of untrammeled intimacy allowed between subject and object, unto union, which is the unsheathing of impersonal genius, unto naught, which is unwritten and endless potential. In this way one becomes adept at appreciating the apprehension of the increasingly subtler modalities of subjectivity. "Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. It is the chain of systems that is falling away from us." This itinerary ensures the emancipation of the star from all bonds, that it may freely accomplish the next and by far most important stage of the Work: the administration of the True Will.

It is perhaps to be mentioned (and stressed) that the indulgence of unchecked mental reverie in symbols and speculative concepts often develops into distraction from this Great Work. Philosophical investigation should be pursued with the utmost detachment.

Know this. Knowledge is an economy of ultimately indefinable variables that exists exclusively for the convenience of the functioning of the Ruach–-called by us “reason" or “the mind”–-which is only a tool for dealing with the perception and expressions of multiplicity. However, when the ideas of this Ruach become confined in fixity by belief they are converted to ruinous rope for the sneaky snares of Choronzon, the master trapper of Egos. "Bind nothing!"

We may say that the nescient Ruach and its Kingdom mistake themselves for the Crown of Jechidah, and the Ego, which is born of grasping, results. This is normal. But beware! The advanced Adept ¹ that deliberately strives to enhance this wrong identification out of fear of loss, rather than entirely relinquishing themselves to dissolution in all through supreme love, shall in turn forfeit their link to the Crown and to the Wisdom and to the Understanding in exchange for the certain doom of complacent isolation within the self-perpetuating meaninglessness of the Abyss; their once-fecund flame feebly flitters and fizzles before fast falling flat into that vicious vacuum of vaunted vanity... They cling in vain to the false immutability of their Ego. They resist modification. They prevent expansion by refusing to pay the price of their conceited disparity. They disguise their cowardice with stale dogma, stupid segregation and stalling virtues. And they will reap the reward for their restriction in three hundred and thirty-three ways. So it is spoken. In the holy name of Babalon, so mote it be! Amen. Amen. Amen.

@tl;dr"Every man and every woman is a star." My own words matter only in so far as the fact of their fiction is sublimated in the Peerless Silence.

Love is the law, love under will.

Footnote--------------1. Who has surely glimpsed the way of things.

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"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

Karma Yogis selflessly perform their duties at the pool and obtain the jewel without thinking how. Nor do they care.

Bhakti Yogis see the gem throughout the entire pool, surrender to even the sight of it, swim around with it absorbed in love, and they get it anon.

Raja Yogis repeatedly jump off the high dive until they land their mark.

Jnana Yogis drain the pool so that the jewel is all that is.

Commercial Yoga Yogis just stand at the side of the pool and look at their own reflection in its waters and fuss over their figure, at how good they look in their bathing suits. And there they linger on and on...

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59

In my time I have said many stupid things. Many, many, many, many, many stupid things. I never did this out of malice, the will to malice was taken from me long ago. Good riddance. No, I said those things out of ignorance and naivete. Now, saying this does not make the things that I've said (and will probably continue to say--I'm far from perfect) go away. It can't. The only thing that I can do towards the end of rectifying my ways is to learn and to continue to learn. The heights of spiritual attainment are as nothing if they are not spent on serving others. Serving others DOES NOT MEAN imposing upon them a point of view. Self-abnegation is only worthy if the tools that once served one's self are given to the service of doing good for others. My promise is that I will continue to learn.

I said it before (#29): Coagula follows.

- Fr. seekinghga

Love is the law, love under will.

"And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught."- LXV 5:59